Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.